..and years...some with fungus, some withmould and in some of the older cases whole eco systems with as of yetundiscovered species of mutant bugs.He s...epped out of the house. It was 10AM and his eyes were blinded bythe sun. It was too hot. He shut his eyes and took a few more steps, butsomething seemed to squish beneath his feet. The ground felt wrong. Heopened his eyes to see that, strewn right across the street, there werehundreds of purple-"Ah," he yelped.They were purple sausages. But they. Events, and my experiences with both black and white men, combined to steer me into my personal black history. I think knowing a little of my background will help you understand my story.As my story begins I'm a 33 year old product of a small southern town. It's an old neighborhood of small houses. I'm pale, about 5'9", with long legs and large breasts, I'm well read, intelligent, and a very good Mom. My ancestors not so long ago owned slaves but I never learned prejudice. I had minimal. ‘’ This is going to be so much fun!’’ I say really excited, almost jumping up and down and clapping.The doorbell rings tree times and I nearly sprint to the door, it has been so long since I have seen Mark. I pull the door open and jump into Mark his arms and give him a really tight embrace. ‘’woa there sweet cheeks, I do not want to fall’’ He laughs, but also hugs me back tightly. I kiss his cheek and look to him; my jaw almost drops. He has changed…. a lot! His small tender body has been. You are good looking, you’re successful, you’re a nice guy, you’re not married and you want children. I’ve spent the last year finding excuses to spend time with you, call you for advice, stroke your ego and that all culminated with my seduction routine the first day of the meeting. It all sounds terribly cold and calculating when I say it like that. Bluntly, if the sex had sucked I would have moved on quickly. I love sex and have no intention of being married to a man that doesn’t ring my.